One, two, three,
go!
There was a tiny mouse
who lived in a tiny house
Full of drafts and doubts
and incredible things
Like a jack -in -the -box
who popped every Sunday
at five o 'clock
And a clown who wore a frown
that was deafening
He ate off a silver spoon in a golden room,
but platinum plates and
diamond goblets
weren't enough.
I am bored, said he,
I think I will go to sea,
where I'll be drinking grog
and sniffing occasional snuff.
So he stowed away that very day,
but the motion of the ocean made him sick.
He went looking for a loo,
but the be st that he could do
was the bathroom of the
captain of the ship.
Oh, the bathroom of the captain of
the ship!
There was a small still life
of the captain's wife
And what he saw there
nearly brought the mouse to tears
A calico coat and head,
and the inscription read
To the captain of my heart
from kitty dear
Mouse began to cry, what a fool am I
To come so far and then be
served upon a plate
What an awful meal I'll be,
most of all to me, so it's overboard,
I'll go and make my escape.
He caught a flounder for a sail,
made a rubber of his tail,
and swam as hard as he could
swim for land.
Where he dried his whiskers off,
and coughed, and coughed, and coughed,
and spat up seven oysters in the clam.
Oh, he's got seven oysters and
a crab
He married a musketeer
Had children who loved to hear
About the adventures of
the tiny stowaway
But it made their noses itch,
and their whiskers twitch,
To think how close he'd come to be
ing the soup of the day.
The moral of the tale,
you sleep before you sail,
And always keep your paws
and whiskers neat.
And if you're dining on a ship,
just be sure the rooms were lit,
Always know what's in the bowl
before you eat.
Always know what's in the bowl
before you eat.
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